PSYCHO. CRAZY. DRAMATIC.
people put labels on things they don’t understand.
the tears trickle out of my eyes
one
by
one.
unbidden, unwanted, and not understood.
the doctor tells me the pills will help.
the tears finally stop
one
by
one.
i can see again.
i can breathe again.
i can just be.
mom reminds me to take my medicine.
i shake the blindingly tangerine bottle and the capsules spill out
one
by
one.
emotions stuffed where the pills used to be, never seen again.